She smiled and kissed my cheeks. “You're beautiful too, princess. Do you want to look gorgeous when you grow up? Like those actresses you see on tel...vision?”, she asked.She didn't have to use those actresses as example. She did looked like one.I nodded firmly. “Yes, I want! Like you too!”.She smiled again... “You know, there are some things a girl must do in order to grow up beautiful and gorgeous. Some of them aren't quite easy to do”.“I'm not fat!”, I replied quickly. I was pretty sure she. Through the thin fabric of my dress his swollen bulge pressed against my stomach and I wanted to rip his trousers off him there and then. We were attracting attention on the street however and broke away hesitantly, before half running, half walking around the nearest corner down an alleyway. My pulse quickened with anticipation and nerves, it excited me to a new level. The blood pumped quicker in my pussy from the heat of his body against mine, the thrill of someone finding us and it was all I. The game started at 8 o’clock and by 10, four of my husband’s friends had their hands up my skirt far enough to feel my bare ass and one of them, the one I was attracted to the most, was rubbing my pussy lips with his fingers and then sucking them clean, looking into y eyes as he did that. Man, was I ever getting wet! Five guys other than my husband telling me how hot I was and I’m eating it all up. By the end of the poker game two more of them had run one or more fingers up and down my. ”I smiled as I realized that this young man had recently forced an orgasm on my, and ejaculated all over me as I pumped his rigidly magnificent erection, yet he still referred to me as ‘Miss Cindy’ in deference to my age. I was highly amused by the absurdity of this situation.I stepped in the steam filled room. The shower door was clear but steamed over. I could see Stephen through the fog, but not clearly. I sat on the counter by the sink, a couple of feet from the shower. “Stephen, we need to.